Dual Transmigration: American Prison, Surviving to a Fantasy Development Stage

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In addition to the cash, drugs, gold, luxury watches, and Bitcoin certificates that were taken from the safe, there were two suitcases behind the door.

The first box was crammed full of unopened electronic products.

Apple's iPhones and laptops.

The majority of these were 16 Pro and Pro Max models, roughly estimated to be close to three hundred units.

In addition, there were dozens of the latest MacBook Pro laptops.

All products had intact plastic seals, and the serial numbers were mostly consecutive.

The second box contained a dazzling array of luxury handbags, mainly classic and popular models from Chanel and Louis Vuitton (LV), as well as some other designer handbags and purses.

The leather is shiny, the hardware is brand new, and some even still have dust bags and labels.

These are all Lao Hei's spoils from his zero-yuan purchases.

These types of stolen goods circulate quickly on the black market, usually selling for about 70% of their original price in exchange for cash or drugs.

Even a mosquito's leg is still meat.

Without any hesitation, Lin Feng also put the two suitcases filled with zero-yuan purchases into his space.

The dismantling of the Blood Gang's stronghold was a resounding success, far exceeding expectations.

He carefully checked the office inside and out again, confirming that no fingerprints had been left. Lin Feng had no interest in "cleaning up" the ordinary thugs outside who were still playing cards and smoking.

These people are weak and have little to offer; their frequent disappearances attract unnecessary attention.

When the top two leaders disappear, the police will at most assume it's a gang feud, or that they were buried in the desert or thrown into the water.

They rarely file cases.

Silently exiting the warehouse through the side door he had come from, Lin Feng blended into the night like a shadow and quickly disappeared from the area.

In a secluded corner a few blocks away, he took out the black electric off-road motorcycle again and put on his helmet.

With a flick of the switch, it vanished instantly.

Relying on his memory of the city map, Lin Feng drove the Light Bee nimbly through the streets of Las Vegas at night, avoiding main roads and bustling areas.

About twenty minutes later, he arrived near a fairly large gun shop. The shop sign read "New Frontline Weapons & Outdoors," and the lights were off, indicating that it had already closed.

This store is quite famous locally, selling not only various types of firearms and ammunition, but also related accessories, scopes, tactical equipment, and even firearms-related cultural products, attracting a wide range of customers.

Lin Feng parked his motorcycle in a secluded alleyway without surveillance cameras and, using the shadows of the buildings as cover, quietly approached the gun shop's backyard.

After observing his surroundings and confirming that it was safe, he lightly leaped up and grabbed the drainage pipe on the side of the warehouse with both hands, and nimbly climbed onto the relatively low roof of the warehouse.

First, he skillfully cut off the power supply.

Next, he found the surveillance camera wiring on the outer wall and cut it as well.

After completing these preliminary preparations, Lin Feng arrived at the bulletproof glass display window in front of the gun shop.

Instead of looking for complicated lock-picking tools, he took out a heavy, large claw hammer directly from his spatial storage.

"Clang—Eighty"

A loud bang pierced the quiet street.

Although the thick bulletproof glass was sturdy, it was instantly covered with spiderweb-like cracks under the full force of the hammer blow and the superhuman strength of Lin Feng, and a large hole was smashed in the center.

Glass shards clattered all over the ground.

Almost simultaneously, despite the power being cut off, the shop's built-in burglar alarm, powered by its own batteries, was triggered, emitting a sharp, piercing screech that could be heard for several blocks.

Lin Feng ignored the deafening alarm.

He crawled into the store, which was pitch black.

He turned on a powerful flashlight, the beam sweeping across the store's dazzling array of goods.

His goal was very clear; he didn't even glance at ordinary pistols and shotguns.

The flashlight beam first locked onto the locked display area behind the counter.

"M25 sniper rifle...good stuff."

He pried open the lock and took away the M25 precision marksman rifle equipped with a high-powered scope, along with its bipod and several boxes of special ammunition.

Next up were two imposing large-caliber anti-materiel rifles—Barrett M82A1s. These things are incredibly powerful.

"Take a few of each: M4 carbine, M16A4..."

These classic US military standard rifles are reliable and have good ammunition compatibility.

Lin Feng took five of each type, along with a large number of matching magazines and 5.56mm NATO bullets.

His gaze was then drawn to a single-shot rifle with a slightly antique design but an unusually thick barrel.

"Elephant Shooter"

This old-fashioned but terrifyingly powerful large-caliber hunting rifle could bring down even an elephant with thick skin with a single shot, and its recoil was enough to injure an ordinary person's shoulder.

However, this was not a problem for Lin Feng.

He also put away the elephant hunting rifle and several boxes of its special large-caliber bullets.

In addition to his main weapon, he also collected many accessories.

Various types of silencers, high-quality telescopes, low-light night vision devices, and thermal imagers can provide significant advantages in specific environments.

The bullets were of paramount importance. He found a large number of unopened boxes of ammunition in the warehouse, nearly ten thousand rounds.

The entire procurement process took less than 2 minutes.

The piercing alarm continued to sound.

Lin Feng glanced one last time at the ransacked gun shop, then quickly slipped out through the hole he had come in through. His figure disappeared into the complex alleys behind the gun shop in a few leaps and bounds, leaving no trace.

Riding the Bee, he circled around a few times to make sure there was no tail before returning to the hotel's underground parking lot where he had previously parked his Cadillac Escalade.

After storing the Bee in his space, he drove the Escalade calmly away from the city and back to Sarah's quiet, affluent neighborhood.

He glanced towards the bedroom; Sarah was fast asleep.

Lin Feng didn't disturb Sarah; instead, he went to the bathroom to wash up first.

He changed into clean pajamas before quietly entering the master bedroom.

Sarah seemed to sense something in her sleep, unconsciously turned over, and mumbled something in her sleep.

Lin Feng naturally pulled Sarah into his arms.

The next morning, sunlight streamed into the bedroom through the gaps in the curtains.

Lin Feng was awakened by the slight sound of Sarah stirring her breakfast.

He went into the living room, where the local morning news was playing on the television.

The pretty female anchor announced with a serious expression: "Last night, the 'New Frontline Weapons & Outdoors' store, located near the southern industrial area of ​​this city, suffered a serious theft."

According to the shop owner's initial inventory and police reports, the losses include several high-value rifles, sniper weapons, and a large quantity of ammunition. Police have released the serial numbers of some of the stolen firearms and are appealing to the public for information...

The news footage cut to the smashed shop window and the chaotic scene inside the store.

Lin Feng picked up a glass of orange juice and looked at it with relish.

Serial number to be released?

This really didn't affect him much, since he never intended to use these weapons in this world anyway.

But the news that followed made him pause.

"Police acted swiftly after the incident, successfully arresting four suspects on the spot, while eight other suspects remain at large."

Police are making every effort to apprehend the suspect.

It is believed that the theft may have been committed by members of a local gang…

"The suspect has been arrested? Eight more are still at large?"

Lin Feng blinked, then suddenly realized, a playful smile curving his lips.

He could almost picture it: after the alarm went off, some audacious thugs or those with a similar need for firearms, thinking they had a chance to snatch a few guns, rushed in, grabbed a few guns, and ran right into the police who were on their way.

This was an unexpected incident that drew some of the police's attention to him.